There’s a grandfather who comes every day. How are you? See you next time, I’ll come back tomorrow, and so on. You said a lot, but I didn’t do anything wrong or do anything wrong, so I only answered him kindly.They asked about the name of
and asked what time it was, and so on.Then one day, I was waiting for the bus to go to work at my bus stop when my grandfather was there. I was on the phone, but I was the only one staring at him, so he hung up on me and asked me where I lived and my parents, and he said things like, “I live in this neighborhood, what school did you graduate from?” The most ridiculous thing was that he emphasized that he lived alone without getting married, and I hated his eyes.And today, when I came out at a time when there were no customers and no boss, he stared at me in front of the counter and suddenly shook his hands, and he said, “br, I love you, Mr.@@.”.
I was so flustered, but I was so angry that my words didn’t come out of my mouth right away.I don’t like what I can say, why? You look older than my father. I’m not outside.He said, “Br, don’t you want to go to bed?” and said, “Okay.You look gentle with me. I was kind to him because he was a service worker, and he answered only the questions he asked, but how easy he thought I was to say that. I was so angry and so upset. As I work part-time, I think I can be this big…I was happy before that, but with that thought, I felt really depressed.I really don’t understand how a bald, I think a grandfather in his 70s or older confesses to me with that’s what I really don’t understand. Especially, I was disgusted with the expression that I couldn’t accept the answer, “I don’t like it.” I always say those things in my free time when no one is around.There’s been a lot of social problems these days, and I’m getting more nervous at the deadline. It’s the same neighborhood, so I’m afraid I’ll run into you, and I don’t know how I can handle it when I come to a cafe. I’m just posting today with the most upsetting heart. I am so embarrassed to tell my friends…